Anu's Quill

Joined November 2024

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I’m just an existential wanderer who happened to stumble into poetry. I think about writing more than I actually write—not the best poet, but trying to get better, word by word, as I share my thoughts and voice.

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1.3 Breath Before Flight
I cradle a dream but tremble at its weight— still learning to voice its wings. My grades gleam bright, but glow without warmth.
By Anu's Quill9 months ago in Poets
1.2 Watching, Waiting
They rise like dawn— peers ascendant, junior aloft— and here i stand, still as a shadow, wishing i were light.
By Anu's Quill9 months ago in Poets
1.1 Tethered Dreams
I want to conquer the skies— but earth's petals root me still. I yearn for heights beyond the crowd, but my inner sloth murmurs, "Not now."
By Anu's Quill9 months ago in Poets
Safe Space
After the long, straining hours, I return to you-- my haven. Your arms, a bringer of warmth, pacify my restless spirit, your heartbeat a resonance, a beat of serenity.
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
Blood of Agony. Content Warning.
Unperturbed by the waves of the world, I sailed against the crashing tide, Surrounded by friends, by family, Convinced i had all i needed inside.
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
The Sufferer
My voice crackled, Raging insults in my ear. Disappointment fills my heart, Dejection drowns my soul. I am a sufferer --
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
I am a Poet
Born to be reticent, Having no flocks to goof with, Cribbed to my home, Daydreaming is my zone. Sketching out personae,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
The Essence of being
Alive? What does it mean to be alive? To be alive is to have a purpose. To be alive is to be ambitious. To be alive is the ability to walk my life's path.
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
Earth Mother
I walked barefooted, I felt the earth beneath— That warm and cold feeling, This intimate yet foreign feeling, Makes me feel connected.
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
Iudicium Temporis
In the end, nothing will be left but our work, the proof of our existence, through the passage of time. They say time is like a river,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
The Mist
There I was, In the early hours, Walking in the woods. It crept onto me, Like a leopard looking to hunt. The silent whispers had me tranquil,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
The Curse and the Gift
Death—a common yet shrouded mystery, Like a tiger, always lurking beside its prey. When the time comes, it takes; It cares not for you,
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets

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1.3 Breath Before Flight

1.2 Watching, Waiting

1.1 Tethered Dreams

Safe Space

Blood of Agony. Content Warning.

The Sufferer

I am a Poet

The Essence of being

Earth Mother

Iudicium Temporis

The Mist

The Curse and the Gift

Stories (15)